I'm old now, and with age comes special insight.
I'm sorry for those people I killed. My business partner who attempted to con me. My brother who mysteriously drowned. The drugs courier. Evil men, all: but they didn't deserve to die the way they did. Nor did the children or those women. Nobody deserves to die the way they did.
I'm old. Now it's my turn.
My dying is a gentler affair.
For in my dying I see them all. Circling me. Waiting for me.
Yes, I'm sorry for the people I killed. But I'm sorrier for myself.
Neville Hunt 4 months ago
Too late mate. Should have thought of that earlier! Without necessarily the actual killings, there are a fair few oldies feeling sorry for themselves for what they’ve said and done. Things that, like the killings above, can’t be undone.
Drew Martyn 4 months ago
Too right. Should think about what they do before they do it. Never too late to apologise, but always too late for it not to have happened (if you get my drift!)